I am listening to "Disintegration" by the Cure, and it brings back memories of you. It also brings back memories of our trip to Korea, and all the fun we had being reckless, silly teens.

It was nine years ago when we started writing to one another. I remember all those long, loving letters we sent and received for words that would lighten our hearts. I would think about you while I sat in my high school classes, hoping that when I got home a stuffed envelope would be waiting for me. You told me that my letters brightened your spirits, and that meant so much. You were unguarded enough to say that I was responsible for making you happy!

All the poems as well, and the reams and reams of notebook paper covered with pen marks and written in our messy handwriting. Tortured souls were we, sharing our fears and loves. So many of the poems you sent were untitled, and you would always write in the margins, "Hint, hint. Like that Cure Song!" I guess that's the main reason why I'm thinking of you now.

I regret that our correspondence faded as high school drew to an end, because we grew up together. Such an intense friendship we had, and so many emotions and secrets we shared.

I miss you Ann, and I hope that someday you will read this or someday we will meet again. We can talk about our poems, our smeared M&M's, and our trip to Korea.

Much Love,